Time. Jump forward. Leap ahead.
Jump, puppet!
Pull the strings.
Reveal,
behind the curtain,
more of my life.
Dance.
Spin for me.
Wheel of Time.
Crushing.
The future is made
on the foundation
of my shattered bones.
Grind
me beneath your heel.
Cast
me high
into the air.
How will I land?
Joy?
Sorrow?
What’s the difference?
Neither lasts.
Nothing lasts.
Only the cruel impact,
the bruising, ripping, bursting
pain of the fall —
only that —
is Eternal.